Closet Contentment.

Sometimes, as shallow as it may seem, what really makes me happy is a peek inside my closet.
I have beautiful clothing*.

*Or, whats left of it after four months of 

unemployment & many trips to Buffalo Exchange.

The (now tattered) Dries Van Noten that my sister scored a consignment store in San Francisco and finally gave to me after years of pleading.
The pink Nightcap open weave cardigan that I bought with birthday money from my boss at my old shop, overpriced and ethereal, it was finally mine at twenty nine.
The Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent dress I wore to a wedding in TriBeCa years ago.
The Forever 21 dress I wore to my Flame Haired Favorite's wedding at the Viceroy in Palm Springs.
The never been worn Leyendecker mini dress that looks terrible on me, but divine hanging in my closet.
My Bad Luck/Good Luck Missoni skirt and my Jen's Pirate Booty french lace caftan.
The tangerine Joie dress Jim bought me.

I've collected costumes over the years; these are the pieces I cannot part with.
I love them like old friends.
They represent the good, the bad, and the phenomenal.

My most recent luxuries hang there too; near-rent priced Kate Spade dresses, a gold lame accordian pleated skirt - so au currant for fall. Cow-print haircalf loafers - a score at $32 this morning - they sit next to sweat stained Louboutins and vintage equestrian boots. I've walked miles in these shoes.

Jim and I spent a good month designing this closet - with stainless steel racks, wood hangers & wire baskets. We did it all ourselves; combining my Rachel Pally with his John Varvatos; taking into account the length of my maxi dresses and the need for storage of his Theory dress shirts.

My closet makes me happy; as my style has defined me in many ways.
Most pieces, I remember exactly when, and with whom, I bought them - as well as where, and with whom, I wore them.
They are tangible reminders of memories. My clothing allows me reminds me of who I am.
That I've grown from a girl whose favorite compliments had something to do the with shape of her body to a woman whose favorite compliment is when someone tells her she has 'amazing taste'.

Dear Santa.

Tiny Dancer.

I wish I had enough hair to do the high bun that I love so much.

Ah well, c'est la vie I guess.

Update: After a visit to YouTube, and a video tutorial, I have discovered that I do, in fact, have enough hair. Suweet.

The Curse is Broken!

I have broken the Curse of the Missoni Skirt!
I wore it to an interview at Johnathon Adler, which went quite well and they asked me - at the end of said first interview to come back Saturday morning for a second.

Yip. This could make me happy.

Whimsical home furnishings in a semi-corporate environment?
Um, YESPULEASE&THANKYOU!
New challenge based upon a strength I have spent the last 5 years building?!
Please! Capital P.
Merchandising & decorating are my first loves!
Well, them and Justin Thompson, but he still has me blocked on Facebook, so I guess it doesn't really count.

C'est la vie. Sweet sweet la vie. 
So come Saturday, with my sister in tow, I shall be interviewing and then birthday partying.
And not be quite so terrified of the (not Target version, but of the italiano variety) zig zag print temptress hanging in my closet.

S'riously guys, I just pee'd a little.
S'riously.

On an unrelated note - How is it that photos of closets can get me equally as aroused as anytime spent look at Ryan Gosling's mug? I seriously think I am more attracted to shoes and cocktail dresses than I am men.
Well, at least shoes'll never imply that I need to tone up my ass.
And for that matter, if the pair is high enough, they'll tone it for me without even asking.

Angel Hairs.

I think I am going to start rocking headbands.
That is all.

Playing Dress Up.

Even though it's a couple months away, birthday plans are in motion. Venue set, invites designed, guest list in the works. I'm going to be thirty.
And my plan for that is to make it as inexpensive for all my nearest and dearest to celebrate with me in style. To help me bid adieu to my Twenties.
Now, the most important part: What the heck am I going to wear?!?
It has to fabulous, chic, different, yaddayaddayadda all in one!

I'm going to be brainstorming until the last minute, I'm sure, but here's the first dress that has caught my eye. Or is it too ironic to wear a baby doll dress to my thirtieth birthday?
Ironic?
Or Rebellious?!?


So I am cruising Spanish Moss, Planet Blue, and Shopbop for ideas - but! If anyone has any awesome secret shopping websites they check, please leave them in the comments. I always love new websites to peruse; especially now, with all this time on my hands.


Sidenote: I have an interview today. Wish me luck!